For my 28th birthday, my boyfriend asked me what I wanted. I thought about it and I said "A bunny". This, this I have come to realise was my first mistake.
My second mistake was visiting a pet shop in town for fish food and I saw this little madam. The pet shop lady asked if I wanted to hold her, I almost gave in but didn't and I went home . A week later myself and himself where again in the pet shop. The little bunny was still there, all alone in her cage. The pet shop lady remembered me and again asked if I wanted to hold her, I again said no.......himself on the other hand said YES. This my friends was the the second mistake. The lady placed the little bunny into J's arms. She snuggled down and with big brown eyes looked up at him as if to say "Please don't leave me here". The little bun was named Berry and taken home that day. Our lives have never been the same since. This was the third and final mistake and that is all you get......3 strikes.......
The moment I described, that is the only time that Berry has EVER been cuddled, she is not a cuddle bunny. I am jealous of any bunny owners who get bunny snuggles. For me to have snuggles, I have to get down on the ground, to her level where she will flop out beside me and 'allow' me to pet her.
Our houses have never been the same, cables are chewed like she has an addiction to electric shock treatment. Our books have been chewed as if she has a say in what we read, fantasy is ok but she is not a fan of cookbooks. Berry has tantrums like a 3 yr old, where she pulls DVD's out of the holder one by one, LOTR has never been the same.This has occurred so much now that we have constructed our very own bunny warning, as seen below:
Berry is a sweet little bun when you do not get in her way or take away whatever she has decided is HER chew toy (it doesn't matter if its your favourite pair of shoes). She has bonded with our new second bun, Ninja ( thats a whole other bog post), so well that we are not allowed to pet him without her permission, lack of permission gets you bitten in the rear!
This all said, we spend so much time laughing at both of their antics and as angry as a bunny gets, its incredibly hard not to laugh in their face while their huge floppy ears are flailing about as they throw things. It is impossible to shout at them, when your knitting is 'fixed' as they now lie on your feet flopped out, back bunny paws facing upward. We love our buns both and with the last picture how could you not.